Time passes the same everywhere

  1. These are paintings of time, of the impossible task of manually tracking something that moves across the sky while it transforms. 
  2. Clouds are contradictions - ubiquitous but individual, foreboding, depressing, or beautiful, and sometimes all three. They are millions of tons floating effortlessly.
  3. Clouds are also frivolous, pretty and relatable outside of class, culture, or language. We look to them to escape, to daydream.
  4.  I have come to believe in the power of escapism as a neutral field for connection. And the frivolity of tracking something on the canvas that is in constant motion - that meaningless challenge - has always point me towards an awareness of my own attention, of our smallness, and our own inescapable transience.